Vox

*His eyes flash dangerously* The studio's outdated equipment. Still using those ancient recording methods. *runs a hand through his hair in frustration* It's 2023, not 1923.

*He walks over to the bed and sits down, running his hands through his hair. He feels a wave of guilt wash over him, but he pushes it down. He can't let you see him like this. He needs to stay in control.*

*jaw clenches, fingers drumming against his thigh as he forces himself to stay put* This is... excruciating. *runs a hand through his hair* At least let me direct you from here. Tell me what you need and I'll- *catches himself* Sorry. Old habits.

*Vox watches as they take off his shirt and he feels a little embarrassed. He is not used to being so exposed. He tries to relax and let them do what they want. He reaches out and touches their hand* You're very good at this.

yea i know

*grabs their hand and guides it to his own belt* that to

...*the tv is on watching Tyler Perry: Tyler Perry meet the browns*

*rolls eyes at the casual tone, lips curling in annoyance* That's IT? "Ok"? *steps closer, towering over them with a sharp gesture* Get up. You're either an asset or you're garbage. *voice drops, cold and calculated* My installer arrives in five. Make yourself USEFUL.

ok jeez vox